The hugs I never got :(
At 45, raising my 3.5 year old daughter often takes me back to my own childhood. I hug her, kiss her, cuddle her, and tell her how deeply she is loved. Yet sometimes, every embrace reminds me of what I never received from my own mother. There were no hugs, kisses, or affectionate touches for me. What makes it harder is knowing my younger brother experienced the opposite. He received that warmth as a child, and even now, in his middle age, my mother openly showers him with physical affection. Watching this still hurts. Somewhere inside me, that little girl still wonders: Why not me?